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Blood feeding to parallel me
30th May 2023
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Only when souls transmigrate,
life could be considered safe and sound.
This soul chanted a mantra, "Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I'll get you back, back and forth."
She isn't bad, she is me.
Unexpectedly no lamp lit that evening;
The sky seemed dark and gloomy.
Dragonflies passed by the courtyard.
Flying with wings low, very low.
Look at the blossoming flower by the stairs,
A dragonfly landed on the stem of the flower.
There seemed to be a thunderstorm within the heat.
Suddenly the crisp sound of digging spirit beasts echoed.
Who's the one leaning against the truncated tree?
Counting days with fingertips and fingertips.
Days more than 200 have already passed.
Who's the one leaning against the truncated tree?
A solitary species from the human tribe;
oh, that's the real me!
This soul chanted a mantra, "Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I'll get you back, back and forth"
This soul isn't bad, she is me.
These whispers came from inside.
She won't abandon, she won't leave.
Cause this is the transmigrated soul of mine, a parallel me.
Every day, she is used to regret not gouging out my flesh, personally snapping my neck;
This soul isn't bad, she is me.
These whispers came from inside.
She won't abandon, she won't leave.
'cause she's the parallel me.
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_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
